Why think of futures,
when the present is plenty?
Full of liveliness.
The past never leaves.
Trails like a wake behind us,
haunting our worldview.
Why think of futures,
when the future never comes.
We are caged…for NOW.
Why not imagine,
and pretend we have foresight?
To make a new world.
See how the frog leaps,
to catch the fly before it.
Instinctive future.
Why Futures? (2/05/2024) in Personal Shifts, a poetic journey through post-normal times.
Here is an example of poetry as a practice to process my own doubts about my professional/career futures.
